All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
I been getting money
That will never ever change
Started to get it on my own
Ever Since the 5th grade
I been working real hard
Man i got this shit made
Baby i ain't tryna f*ck
Girl i only want the brain
I need a backwood
So i could smoke away this pain
When they see me walking past
They like how you get that chain
I left her in the past she still
Talk down on my name
You said he kicking works
But that nigga is a lame
Mama go to church
And she pray everyday
That i make it out the hood
And i make it to the fame
Niggas said i never could but
Look how i changed the game
Bitches see me in the hood
And they wanna know my name
I'm from the jack
Where niggas put in pain
Don't you walk on my block
We gon send shots at yo brain
She said i was gon change
But I still remain the same
Always in my own lane
You know i'm married to the game baby
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
This choppa on my lap carry a hunnid rounds
I smoke alotta weed need a hunnid pounds
When we spin ya block you better put ya head down
All this money in my pocket I cant even count
I keep a hunnid bands yea a large amount
Getting to the money cause that's what it's all about
All these niggas funny they just begging for some clout
I think I need some water I feel like I'm in the drought
She a bad bitch but all she do is run her mouth
She was getting on my nerves so I kicked her out
Ya man don't get no money
He stay dirty like the south
We gon gun him down if he moving like a clown
J Summer - Bust Down Lyrics
J Summer - Bust Down Lyrics
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All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
I been getting money
That will never ever change
Started to get it on my own
Ever Since the 5th grade
I been working real hard
Man i got this shit made
Baby i ain't tryna f*ck
Girl i only want the brain
I need a backwood
So i could smoke away this pain
When they see me walking past
They like how you get that chain
I left her in the past she still
Talk down on my name
You said he kicking works
But that nigga is a lame
Mama go to church
And she pray everyday
That i make it out the hood
And i make it to the fame
Niggas said i never could but
Look how i changed the game
Bitches see me in the hood
And they wanna know my name
I'm from the jack
Where niggas put in pain
Don't you walk on my block
We gon send shots at yo brain
She said i was gon change
But I still remain the same
Always in my own lane
You know i'm married to the game baby
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
This choppa on my lap carry a hunnid rounds
I smoke alotta weed need a hunnid pounds
When we spin ya block you better put ya head down
All this money in my pocket I cant even count
I keep a hunnid bands yea a large amount
Getting to the money cause that's what it's all about
All these niggas funny they just begging for some clout
I think I need some water I feel like I'm in the drought
She a bad bitch but all she do is run her mouth
She was getting on my nerves so I kicked her out
Ya man don't get no money
He stay dirty like the south
We gon gun him down if he moving like a clown
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
I been getting money
That will never ever change
Started to get it on my own
Ever Since the 5th grade
I been working real hard
Man i got this shit made
Baby i ain't tryna f*ck
Girl i only want the brain
I need a backwood
So i could smoke away this pain
When they see me walking past
They like how you get that chain
I left her in the past she still
Talk down on my name
You said he kicking works
But that nigga is a lame
Mama go to church
And she pray everyday
That i make it out the hood
And i make it to the fame
Niggas said i never could but
Look how i changed the game
Bitches see me in the hood
And they wanna know my name
I'm from the jack
Where niggas put in pain
Don't you walk on my block
We gon send shots at yo brain
She said i was gon change
But I still remain the same
Always in my own lane
You know i'm married to the game baby
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
All i wanted was a bust down
When you left me i thought
Who could i trust now
Thinking bout the racks
I cant f*ck it up now
Tryna make it to the charts
And make my momma proud
This choppa on my lap carry a hunnid rounds
I smoke alotta weed need a hunnid pounds
When we spin ya block you better put ya head down
All this money in my pocket I cant even count
I keep a hunnid bands yea a large amount
Getting to the money cause that's what it's all about
All these niggas funny they just begging for some clout
I think I need some water I feel like I'm in the drought
She a bad bitch but all she do is run her mouth
She was getting on my nerves so I kicked her out
Ya man don't get no money
He stay dirty like the south
We gon gun him down if he moving like a clown
Writer: Joseph Walsh
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